Tobie has been in London for the week, and I have been missing his sweet face. Yesterday he and his parents returned (yes, they are still visiting). It is lovely to have him back. I never sleep well when he is away.
I woke up early this morning, just a little of the gray light starting to illuminate our bedroom. I looked over at Tobie, his face silhouetted against the window and thought,
"no signs of exopthalmous".
Being in medical school seriously fecks up the way you look at the world.
Like yesterday also, I was sitting in my histology class and I noticed my prof had a long, surgical looking scar running along the lateral aspect of her leg. Her voice turned into a drone as I pondered, "did she need surgical repair of her fibula? I wonder how she broke it? Maybe she needed a fasciotomy for compartment syndrome? Wrong side for the usual vein harvest, maybe she had bad varicose veins?"
Then I realized, it was a run in her pantyhose.
I really need to get a new hobby.